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The Visitor
Jane was not really keen on joining the dating site in the internet. She thought it was quite tacky and unrealistic. She did not feel desperate enough to enlist in a dating site and yet her best friend, Nancy, had urged her to the end of her tethers to sign up. She had dutifully entered her particulars a couple of days ago. And then she never opened the website since.
I should really look, just in case Nancy asked, she thought as she opened her laptop. She looked out of her window and sighed. It was raining again, although gentler than the night before.
Ah well, she sighed, at least I don’t have to water my flowers.
She logged into the website and immediately found out that there were more than 20 responses to her profile. She was surprised, but not really thrilled as there were many dubious characters there. For instance, there was a character named “Gustavus Romero” who declared to be a millionaire. His name and country of origin did not match. And another called ‘Andrew Pointer’ who was a professional swimmer. Jane giggled and pondered for a while what he did as a swimmer.
Jane sighed again, as she started to delete the emails. It was then that she stumbled on a very interesting name, and the photo on the profile looked incredibly familiar.
She looked at the face for a long time and cast her memories through the years but she could not place the face at all.
He had short black hair, with intense brown eyes on his almost square face. His half smile was quite attractive, but it was the whole face that fascinated Jane.
His name David James did not ring a bell with Jane.
Jane decided to answer the person’s email, by just saying ‘Hi, Nice to know you’. She did not feel that it was encouraging enough, but enough to pacify Nancy. She then logged out and prepared to go to work.
Nancy was at the reception desk as usual and called out to her as she walked past.
“So did you…hah? Hah?”
“I did…” she said as she hurried past.
“Good girl!”
She went into her office and closed the door. The first memo of the day was already on her table.
She was the Chief of Security in the hotel she worked for and she grimaced as she looked at the memo; another customer complaining about stolen items in their room.
She stood up and collecting herself, she went off to the meeting room to discuss the next course of action. The email was forgotten for the day.
The evening came, and she packed up to go home. On the way to the parking lot she was accosted by Nancy.
“How was the response?” the small petite girl asked.
Jane towering over her, laughed.
“I had many responses, Nancy, but I deleted them all….except for one. He looked quite familiar,” Jane pondered.
Nancy laughed and looked so excited that she almost shone.
“That’s how I met my Drew. I saw him in the net and wham! I knew he was for me. He is sooooo hot,” she gushed. Nancy had dated her internet sweetheart who conveniently lived a hundred miles away from her, for several months, before they said their ‘I dos’. It was a brilliant garden wedding and they had been together for six months now.
Jane laughed at her enthusiasm. She had been widowed two years before and life with her late husband, Joe, had been difficult. He was alright before he lost his job as a supervisor at a departmental store but after that he had been a royal pain, constantly nagging her for anything she did. One day after a drinking session with his mates, and getting in an argument, he had walked out in a huff; went into his car, stepped on the gas pedal too hard and ended up in a ditch. He broke his neck.
Jane was devastated. But life went on, and slowly the pain of losing her husband, whom she loved despite his flaws, receded slowly into the back of her mind.
Nancy thought she should date again, and Jane thought she should settle down and come to terms with the fact that she was alone, now. A widow.
She drove home slowly, thinking of David James. Who was he? That thought stayed with her as she parked her car and went into her house.
She gasped and screamed at what greeted her at the living room.
...to be continued...
I should really look, just in case Nancy asked, she thought as she opened her laptop. She looked out of her window and sighed. It was raining again, although gentler than the night before.
Ah well, she sighed, at least I don’t have to water my flowers.
She logged into the website and immediately found out that there were more than 20 responses to her profile. She was surprised, but not really thrilled as there were many dubious characters there. For instance, there was a character named “Gustavus Romero” who declared to be a millionaire. His name and country of origin did not match. And another called ‘Andrew Pointer’ who was a professional swimmer. Jane giggled and pondered for a while what he did as a swimmer.
Jane sighed again, as she started to delete the emails. It was then that she stumbled on a very interesting name, and the photo on the profile looked incredibly familiar.
She looked at the face for a long time and cast her memories through the years but she could not place the face at all.
He had short black hair, with intense brown eyes on his almost square face. His half smile was quite attractive, but it was the whole face that fascinated Jane.
His name David James did not ring a bell with Jane.
Jane decided to answer the person’s email, by just saying ‘Hi, Nice to know you’. She did not feel that it was encouraging enough, but enough to pacify Nancy. She then logged out and prepared to go to work.
Nancy was at the reception desk as usual and called out to her as she walked past.
“So did you…hah? Hah?”
“I did…” she said as she hurried past.
“Good girl!”
She went into her office and closed the door. The first memo of the day was already on her table.
She was the Chief of Security in the hotel she worked for and she grimaced as she looked at the memo; another customer complaining about stolen items in their room.
She stood up and collecting herself, she went off to the meeting room to discuss the next course of action. The email was forgotten for the day.
The evening came, and she packed up to go home. On the way to the parking lot she was accosted by Nancy.
“How was the response?” the small petite girl asked.
Jane towering over her, laughed.
“I had many responses, Nancy, but I deleted them all….except for one. He looked quite familiar,” Jane pondered.
Nancy laughed and looked so excited that she almost shone.
“That’s how I met my Drew. I saw him in the net and wham! I knew he was for me. He is sooooo hot,” she gushed. Nancy had dated her internet sweetheart who conveniently lived a hundred miles away from her, for several months, before they said their ‘I dos’. It was a brilliant garden wedding and they had been together for six months now.
Jane laughed at her enthusiasm. She had been widowed two years before and life with her late husband, Joe, had been difficult. He was alright before he lost his job as a supervisor at a departmental store but after that he had been a royal pain, constantly nagging her for anything she did. One day after a drinking session with his mates, and getting in an argument, he had walked out in a huff; went into his car, stepped on the gas pedal too hard and ended up in a ditch. He broke his neck.
Jane was devastated. But life went on, and slowly the pain of losing her husband, whom she loved despite his flaws, receded slowly into the back of her mind.
Nancy thought she should date again, and Jane thought she should settle down and come to terms with the fact that she was alone, now. A widow.
She drove home slowly, thinking of David James. Who was he? That thought stayed with her as she parked her car and went into her house.
She gasped and screamed at what greeted her at the living room.
...to be continued...
Published 10th Sep 2013
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10th Sep 2013 2:56am
Suspenseful ending to Your tale Dear Grace, No fair :) The next installment will be there by morning right...RIGHT? :)Wonderful Build Dear!!!
10th Sep 2013 3:05am
I hope so...if I could:) or it could be a few days. Thank you for reading me Soul. Kind of you.
10th Sep 2013 4:49am
10th Sep 2013 4:52am
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10th Sep 2013 10:48am
Twisty and waiting grace...
10th Sep 2013 1:42pm
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10th Sep 2013 2:58pm
I agree with AM...it's a cliffhanger just like "24" and you won't like to miss the next episode!
It would be nice though if you put some spacing between paragraphs...(just sayin')
It would be nice though if you put some spacing between paragraphs...(just sayin')
10th Sep 2013 3:15pm
Thank you EngrVV, you are right about the paras...waala' problem. Thanks for reading me...so kind.
10th Sep 2013 4:05pm
You are welcome Grace...just curious about your character David James, as I used to have a boss by that name. How do you came up with that name?
10th Sep 2013 4:17pm
I picked it randomly. I know a James who was 'debauched' to say the least in my old workplace. But David is randomly picked. Thanks EngrVV. I tried the para, it didn't work too well...spaces looked huge.
10th Sep 2013 5:48pm
Try doing the formatting in your word processor, then copy and paste (edit)...it worked for me using MS-Word.
